Page 109 of Losing My Siren Luna
“You don’t have to thank me, Lira. You are my wife and my mate.” It feels so good to call her that. It gives me hope that she will figure out the rest and I don’t have to keep any secrets from her. It gives me hope that we will soon be completely open and honest with one another.
“I am,” she turns her head to look up at me. “And you are my husband and mate.”
I grin lovingly down at her. “I am. I want to be your everything, Lira.”
She bit into her bottom lip, her emerald green eyes boring into mine. “Everything?” she asked in a breathy whisper.
“Yes,” I pressed my lips to hers. “Everything. You are my entire world already. I hope to one day be the same to you.”
She shifts her hands to glide them up my chest, then traces my lips with the tips of her fingers. “I want you to be my everything, Lachlan. I want to….I want to try being with you in the way mates should be.” Her eyes are intense, all sorts of emotions warring behind them, but I can see the fire of her resolve, making my breath hitch when I finally catch on to what she is saying.
“You mean,fullywith me?” I murmured, not believing my ears. I have been patient and not pushed her once, not wanting to make her panic or have a fitful attack again. I know I don’t deserve even this second chance with her. I sure as hell will never deservethatfrom her. I would have abstained for the rest of our lives if she wanted me to, but if she is wanting it too….
She bites her lip again, then nods gently. “I don’t know if I will be able to, but I trust you, Lachlan. I want to try. I want to trust you with this too. And,” she looks down at where her hands are resting on my chest. “Val keeps planting these thoughts in my head. They used to make me uncomfortable, but now they make something else stir inside me.”
“What?” Hell, my voice sounds desperate and fanciful even to me. I am so wrapped around my wife’s adorable little fingers and she doesn’t even know it. I’m hanging on to every one of her words like they are a lifeline. My need for her is so great, it’s all consuming.
Her eyes are shining, and I can see that Val is right there on the surface, talking to her, probably encouraging her to say it. Say what she would normally be too timid to say.
“Desire,” she whispers, her fingers flexing against my chest slightly. “I’ve never felt that before.”
“Oh, Lira,” I groaned, pressing my lips to hers, my heart beating out of my chest at her confession. She is kissing me just as hungrily as I am kissing her, everything around us, everyone witnessing our actions all but forgotten. It’s just me and Lira, and our desire that is making the air thick as we breathe each other in.
She wants me. She desires me, just like I desire her.
“Can we go back home now?” I asked, not wanting to waste any time. My urgentness makes her giggle.
“What about our date?”
“I’ll take you on hundreds of dates to make up for cutting this one short,” I begged, pressing my lips to hers again, hoping the bond would do its magic on her.
It does. When I pull away, she is in a daze, her face sinfully sexy with her hooded lust-filled eyes and lazy smile.
“Okay,” she grins. “Let’s head back home.”
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Meldec POV
“Do you ladies still want me to show you how to do a fishtail braid?” Cedric leans over the bar, running his finger playfully down one of the girl’s noses, making her giggle. What the hell is a fishtail braid? My beast is snarling inside me, getting more and more upset by the second as I watch Cedric continue flirting with the brothel girls, completely ignoring me even after all this time.
“Is that one of theservicesyou were going to offer the Luna?” Another girl who is straightening a bright pink bow in his hair asks.
This is what I’ve had to watch the past hour or so. All the women here are fawning all over my mate and I feel powerless to stop it. The girl that was messing with the bow in his hair was now leaning on his shoulder, laughing at something he had just said that I missed completely because I was too busy watching her touch him.
That really gets my beast snarling, his growls echoing loudly in my head. “You fucked this up. Fix it!”
“I would if I could,”I groaned internally. “He won’t even listen to me.”
“DO THE FLOWER THING!”he snapped. “Do something! Percy gave you an entire list of things he likes. Instead of glaring at him and insulting him, try being nice.”
“I don’t insult him,”I argue, though I know it's not completely true. I’ve let my jealousy get the best of me a number of times seeing him so close to the Luna and Yasmin, even joking and teasing Cherum and the rest of the men on the Luna’s guard, but he won’t give me the time of day. I snap at him instead of talking to him with respect, which isn't helping me.
“Try just asking him to go to the bakery with you or to that restaurant your sisters like for dinner. Better yet, take him to meet mom! She always knows how to win someone over.”
My mother is a saint. She raised me and my sisters on her own after my father died in the wars. I knew the previous Luna well, and knew how strong of a warrior she was, but I still think my mom is the strongest woman there is. She has resilience and compassion like none other, and can resolve the hardest of issues with just a kind word or a gentle touch of her hand. She has calmed many fights with a simple hand on the shoulder and a stern look, and she always welcomes people with a warm smile and hug, despite their appearance, social standing or where they come from. Everyone is loved and equal in my mother's eyes.
Maybe I really should ask my mother for help. She and my youngest sisters don't live too far from here.
